chasing ghosts
Characters: Lazarus and Justice
Date/Time: BACKDATED to December 23
Location: Medical Island
Rating: G
Summary: (Lazarus is getting pings off of someone, and he sets out to try and put a finger on what exactly it is.)
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What a curious place. But something told him he was used to this or, rather, he should be. He pushed his glasses up his nose and continued carefully counting the pills. It was monotonous work, but it had a purpose. He could tell that there was something deep inside him that was fractured near the core, and something told him he would need this to fix it.
He slid the pills across the tray, pouring them into a bottle and putting that in a bag. He glanced at the clock again. Well, it was time for his break. He let out a sigh, absently arranging the hair around his face and brushing his hands on his white coat. It was time.
There was a man here, dressed nicely. He had noticed him his first day, distantly, but something about him had caught his eye, stirring distant memories. Something of winter. A glimpse of snowdrops, the smell of cold. It was an odd feeling, fleeting half-remembered things that he couldn't quite grasp. Still, there was something else there, something he couldn't put a finger on no matter how hard he tried. A first he tried to ignore it, but the pulling at him had grown so insistent. It was something that disrupted him, annoyed him, but for reasons unknown he couldn't blame the man for it. Perhaps he was a figment of his past, and he knew that he could not avoid him.
Rather, he had decided to approach him.
He stepped carefully through the clinic, observing the medics distantly, but somehow grasping onto details. Something there was important, but he couldn't quite figure out what or why. Only that he knew instinctively to observe the details.
He did not pause outside of the break room door. He rapped on the door three times before opening it.
Date/Time: BACKDATED to December 23
Location: Medical Island
Rating: G
Summary: (Lazarus is getting pings off of someone, and he sets out to try and put a finger on what exactly it is.)
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What a curious place. But something told him he was used to this or, rather, he should be. He pushed his glasses up his nose and continued carefully counting the pills. It was monotonous work, but it had a purpose. He could tell that there was something deep inside him that was fractured near the core, and something told him he would need this to fix it.
He slid the pills across the tray, pouring them into a bottle and putting that in a bag. He glanced at the clock again. Well, it was time for his break. He let out a sigh, absently arranging the hair around his face and brushing his hands on his white coat. It was time.
There was a man here, dressed nicely. He had noticed him his first day, distantly, but something about him had caught his eye, stirring distant memories. Something of winter. A glimpse of snowdrops, the smell of cold. It was an odd feeling, fleeting half-remembered things that he couldn't quite grasp. Still, there was something else there, something he couldn't put a finger on no matter how hard he tried. A first he tried to ignore it, but the pulling at him had grown so insistent. It was something that disrupted him, annoyed him, but for reasons unknown he couldn't blame the man for it. Perhaps he was a figment of his past, and he knew that he could not avoid him.
Rather, he had decided to approach him.
He stepped carefully through the clinic, observing the medics distantly, but somehow grasping onto details. Something there was important, but he couldn't quite figure out what or why. Only that he knew instinctively to observe the details.
He did not pause outside of the break room door. He rapped on the door three times before opening it.